The next couple of weeks, we did not speak about Tony or what Amanda had told me. We met, as usual, Tuesday with the group, and had a quickie in the park after. Wednesday she worked late, and both times, Leslie lent us her flat where we enjoyed a long session in bed, without a porno. Wednesday was the best day for sex, and Amanda seemed to enjoy it best then too.

Thursdays would be a pub or a meal out and a quickie in the park. Nothing on Friday due to the social club. The weekends were more about days out, places of interest, and rarely sexual. But somehow it became a habit that just before dropping her off, late evening, Amanda would often give a blowjob to say goodnight.

It had begun to dawn on me, that all of Amanda’s ‘confessions’ were just made up. As I thought about it, part of me wanted to it all be a fantasy, but more of me wanted it to be true, and to hear more details. It felt like driving past a road accident, you just can’t help looking to see more. I decided I needed to ask for more of her story.

So the next Wednesday, mid-way through the evening, we were lying in the spare bed at Leslie’s place. Amanda had sat astride my cock and ridden me until I was totally spent. As she stopped, I could not help myself asking, “Last time we talked about that Friday, and the Monday, you said, ‘It didn’t end.’ Or something like that, what did you mean?”

“Oh, nothing really, just that, oh, well, you know…”

“Do you mean that he did it again, that something else happened?” My mind had been working overtime since the last time we had spoken about this. I had imagined all sorts of things, about her being driven home after social club again. I had even offered to pick her up and run her home to be safe. She dismissed the idea and told me ‘not to be silly’ and that she could look after herself.

I wanted her to tell me it was all sorted and finished. But much more than that, I wanted to hear another confession about more of her experiences. Experiences that seemed darker and riskier than anything I would do. Experiences that turned me on so much more than I could explain.

Amanda lifted herself up off of my cock, cum gushed out over me, so much cum. Lately, I sometimes seemed to have cum more than usual in her, I was proud to admit.

“Are you sure you want to hear more? I do want you to know. But I don’t want to upset you or have you judge me.”

“I find it a turn-on, the things you used to get up to, you know that. It used to make me sad, but not anymore, now it is just a turn-on, I promise.”

Amanda sat astride my cock, no longer inside her, sitting in a puddle of cum. I looked up at her perfect breasts, no sag, rounded nipples. I had started wanting to tell her I was really falling for her.

“I will tell you what the next couple of weeks were like. But. You sort of need to stop thinking about it as what I used to get up to. We are not married you know, I do have a life of my own.” Amanda looked down at me, waiting for me to say something.

“I don’t understand, just tell me about the next couple of weeks, I promise to lie here and listen, I think I, I…”

“Don’t get all emotional on me now. OK, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Amanda moved herself up and with her hand laid my cock along under her pussy. Her small patch of dark pubes was totally matted with cum. She squelched herself back down onto me and began to speak.

“After that Monday, I quizzed Leslie, and she told me a lot of things about Tony and his gang of friends. The woman whose leaving had got me into it all, Mary, had originally got Leslie into the gang. The other two women who get lifted onto lockers, both mid-twenties, both petit and both married, are also in the gang.

Leslie explained that Tony’s arrangement meant the three of them enjoyed a decently higher pay grade and extra holiday entitlement. In return for once a week or so, the three of them allowed themselves to be used. I realise that was my recent new pay grade reality too. Yes, Leslie said in response to my question, used. This is not a boyfriend-girlfriend mutual-fun-and-games-thing, but the men taking their pleasure.

Leslie said she had learned to really enjoy it. No decisions, no boyfriend, no fuss and wondering, but a lot of sexual activity. She said no one was going to play with her clit, try and get her to come, or even worry too much about her enjoyment.”

I laid still, not sure where this was going, my hands resting on Amanda’s hips.

“So, after the Monday morning, nothing else happened that day. Tuesday I had an internal letter from HR. The letter said things like; ‘As a model employee, for going above and beyond normal duty, and the company hoped I would inspire others to follow.’ The letter also said I got an immediate two grades pay increase.

 The rest of Tuesday was quiet until mid-afternoon when Leslie and I were jumped in the locker room. We were lifted up onto the lockers opposite each other. There must have been seven or eight men there, plus Tony. Tony lifted up my skirt and tutted. I was wearing a thin lacy see-through pair of knickers, black, and quite small.

I had started wearing much sexier knickers to work, I admit to getting a thrill when the men saw them. Some part of me liked showing them off. I felt a little competitive against the others even though I had no idea what they wore.

Tony held my skirt up as high as he could reach to show the group, they all followed his lead and started shaking their heads. I could see Leslie looking at me and smiling. Tony let go of my skirt and let it fall back down. Tony turned to Leslie and held her skirt up, and again shook his head.

‘Something is not right,’ he said, holding her shorter skirt as high as he could, even I could see. Leslie had on a pretty white pair of lacy knickers. ‘I know what is wrong, this will be better.’

Tony reached up under each side of Leslie's skirt. She put her hands down and lifted herself up to allow him to pull her knickers down and off. All the men turned to look. Tony turned back to me, I knew what was coming and lifted my bum clear of the lockers. He pulled my knickers straight off.

‘Your dark pubes will look much better in these.’ Tony handed me Leslie’s warm knickers. He handed mine to Leslie. ‘Your blonde pubes will stand out better in these. Come on, put them on so we can check.’

You have no idea how hard it is to pull on knickers while balanced on top of a locker. Both of us wriggled and tugged and finally, after showing far too many naked pussy flashes, we had swapped knickers. We got a little round of applause and the men lifted us down.

I asked Leslie did she want to swap back. She just shook her head and went back to the office. I admit it felt sort of naughty to have her knickers on for the rest of the day. I wore them home and returned them once Mum had put them through the wash, assuming they were mine.

On the Wednesday, again, nothing really happened until mid-afternoon I was jumped in the locker room, this time with the two married ladies, Jean and Alice. Within a minute there must have been ten men there, plus Tony as always. I was in another thin, lacy black pair of knickers. Tony began the same routine as the day before.

Tony took my knickers off first, then Jean’s in blue and white striped cotton, then Alice’s tiny silky white pair. ‘We know you suite White.’ Tony handed Alice’s to me, He gave mine to Jean, and Alice got Jean’s pair. I began the tricky task of pulling them on, again flashing plenty of bare pussy to the men staring at me.

Jean and Alice I assume had never had this happen before. They were a lot quieter and slower to redress and tried to keep themselves covered, not very well though. Tony checked his handiwork, a quiet round of applause, and we were lifted down.

I spoke to Alice as the men left, asked if she needed to swap back, and she told me she was fine. She said she would have to get Jean’s back to her as her husband would check, and know they were not hers. She explained he was so jealous of her. Again I felt naughty and a little turned on having swapped knickers again.

Nothing happened on Thursday or Friday all day. Leslie and I went to the Social after work, a bar meal, a few quiet drinks. I spent the evening with Leslie asking me lots about past sexual experiences. You would have loved it. She asked and pried, by the end, she must have heard about almost every sexual partner and event in my life. In reality, Leslie and I had swapped some stories and memories a few times before.

Mid-evening Tony joined us for a while, bringing a round of drinks with him. ‘Good evening, I wanted to properly welcome you to our little society. I hope you will be as happy and active a member as Leslie, Jean and Alice have become.’

‘I am sure Leslie has told you a lot, but let me just say this; All the men involved are married. We respect you, and we do love and enjoy women. We promise to never make you do anything you do not want to do. We promise to never bring anyone into the group who we have not checked thoroughly. All we ask in return is that you do not indulge in a lot of random or one-night sexual encounters with others. I hope you understand why?’

The penny suddenly dropped as to why Leslie never had a boyfriend and turned down all advances when we were out. ‘Thank you, Tony, but why did you pick me?’ I asked.

‘When Mary said she was leaving, we knew we wanted to replace her. Mary’s leaving do, you remember, was the first night we ‘approached’ you.’ Tony managed to make ‘approached’ sound so civilised, like an interview.

‘Leslie had told me a lot about this very adventurous girl she knew, that’s you. She said she was sure you would be open to some fun. So we bought you a few drinks that night, maybe a few too many. Anyway, Jean and Alice agreed to ride along and were going to talk to you, but you fell asleep. I was sure that you were a non-starter but then you woke up and gave us the big come-on.’

We chatted to Tony for a little while, just work and general stuff until he bid us farewell and left. Leslie and I stayed a while longer, someone offered us a lift home, and drove us both to her place, and then me on to home. Nothing happened, just a simple lift home.

The following week was very quiet, Monday and Tuesday all totally normal. Then on the Wednesday afternoon, I was summoned to Tony’s office. I turned the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign as usual and closed the door. ‘This is Reg, he works in the drawings office, and is a really keen photographer.’

‘Hello Amanda, I’ve seen your pictures, but you won’t know me.’

I looked at Reg, grey hair, he looked like he should have retired. Where should I know you from?

‘I’m a member down at the local photographic club. A couple of years back, you must have posed for one of the club members. Recently we were sharing some pictures, your name was on an envelope full of images.’

A shiver or thrill, I could not tell which, passed through me. I had forgotten all about those pictures.”

“What pictures?” I was already imagining the worst, and somehow wishing it were true.

“Oh, a couple of years ago, one of my early boyfriends, his Dad Graham was a really keen photographer. It was near my birthday when I found out. We were out in their garden, and he came out with a posh camera with this big lens. I remember my boyfriend, sort of groaned and wandered away.

I watched him take a few pictures of his Mum, and Sister, then turned and took some of me. ‘Smile. Turn a little. Look over my shoulder.’ He sort of directed me and I felt quite the star for a few minutes. A few days later he showed me some A4 black and white pictures of me. He said the camera liked me, and he would like to do a proper picture set.

The following weekend, he took me into the dining room, and had me pose. Most of the pictures were just like a portrait, some were of all of me. I enjoyed the attention. After about a half hour, he finished, and I went back up to my boyfriend’s room. He seemed a bit pissed off. ‘He’s a menace pointing his lens at everyone.’ I just shrugged my shoulders.

The next weekend Graham asked if I had ever modelled before, in a Studio. I just shook my head. He told me a friend had a proper studio over the camera shop in town, and he would love to take some really good pictures there. He said I should probably not tell my boyfriend. It didn’t matter as we broke up the next weekend anyway after I caught him kissing a friend of mine.

We had agreed an evening to do the pictures so I went along, and was happy to see he was waiting for me. He had all these lights, and a stand for his camera, and he took some more portrait pictures.

‘Could you loosen your shirt, to show your shoulders?’ I undid three or four buttons and managed to slip it off of my shoulders. He took more pictures. ‘Would you just push your bra straps off your shoulders too?’ He took quite a lot more pictures. ‘OK, all done for today, I will let you know how they come out.’ I pushed the straps back on, did up the buttons, and made my way home.

It didn’t feel bad doing the pictures. I remember feeling quite safe alone with him in the studio. I did get a bit of a thrill when I pushed my bra straps away. He didn’t come near me, just kept clicking away.”

“Did you get to keep any of the pictures?”

“Yes, I kept them all, there are a lot in a big envelope. I’d have to find where I put them. Do you want to see them?”

I tried to play it cool and just nodded.

“A week later, we met there again as agreed. He showed me some of the pictures from the last session. He had printed some head and shoulders pictures so it looked as though I had nothing on, bare shoulders. He also gave me a framed picture he had blown up, just my head and neck, it still hangs on my parent’s wall now.

‘Would you let me take pictures, in just your bra?’ He came right out with it. ‘I should have asked if you have a bikini, it’s the same really.’ He set up the lights and two cameras and I took off my tee-shirt. I felt very nervous this time, crossed my arms in front of me.

‘Turn your back to me, look over your shoulder.’ He kept fiddling with one of the big lights in between pictures. ‘It won’t stay in place, hang on.’ He left the studio and clumped off down the stairs. I heard him coming back up after a couple of minutes. ‘This is Dave, he owns the studio, and he said he would help out with the lights. Don’t worry he is a professional photographer but he won’t take any pictures.’

I crossed my arms again and turned away. I heard the camera clicking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dave holding the light and watching Graham the whole time. I relaxed slowly, finally, Graham had me turn to face him, directed me in a few poses, and took a lot of pictures. Then he asked the inevitable. ‘Would you take your bra off, use your hands to cover yourself?’

By now I was getting quite a thrill out of it. I had also noticed Dave taking longer and longer looks at me too. I was enjoying the attention. I turned away reached back and undid my bra, shrugging it down and off. My hands cupped my naked boobs, smaller than they are now, my nipples firm against my palms.

Graham took a lot of pictures. Dave was mostly staring at me too. Graham had me adjust my hands, just covering my nipples. A few times while adjusting myself, they would get a flash of a nipple. After another half an hour Graham indicated for Dave to switch off the big lights. Dave left the studio and Graham thanked me.

I dropped my hands and picked up my bra while facing him, bare boobs pointing to him. Graham stared until I put it on and pulled on my tee-shirt.”

‘I’ll get the pictures developed, do you want to come next week, same time?’

“I agreed and said I’d try and remember my bikini. Graham laughed and said, ‘Pick loose or no underwear. Tight clothes leave marks on your skin, it takes a while for them to fade. All the top models don’t wear underwear to a shoot.’

I felt really special hearing that. Over the next three weeks, we met every week. The next two weeks, I wore my bikini, another he had there, and a range of sexy underwear. The second week a lot of topless pictures. Dave was there too, to help, but I think just to look.

He had a screen, in the corner, like in a doctor's that I could change behind. I slowly used the screen less and less, just turning my back. By the last time we met, I had got so used to slipping in and out of knickers and bottoms in front of them. When Graham asked if he could picture me naked, I said yes. It was all tasteful he said, looking back more Playboy than Private. He took hundreds of pictures the last time, and he gave me copies of lots of them.”

“So you have, like, nude photos, of you, at home, did you ever show them to anyone?”

“Some boyfriends have seen them, yes, why not? I did show my Mum some with my hands as a bra after a while but she wasn’t happy. Why are guys so obsessed with nude photos?”

“Why did you stop meeting him?” My cock was definitely hard now, imagining Amanda posing naked, and hoping to see the pictures. God, I wanted to see those pictures.

“I don’t know, the last time I went to the studio Dave was in the shop alone and told me Graham could not make it. Dave did ask if I would model for him, but I said no, and never heard from either of them after that.

Anyway, this isn’t about my history and those old pictures. I was telling you about Reg and Tony.

So, Tony says to me, ‘I told Reg he could take some pictures and a nice video of you.’ I was a bit surprised, but before I could say anything he continued. ‘All the girls have done it.’ Reg opened a folder he had under his arm and held out a selection of photos. I could see Leslie, Jean, Alice, Mary and a couple of other Women I did not recognise, all naked.

Before I even asked, Tony said. ‘Reg has a studio, but he likes to take pictures somewhere you are comfortable. Yes, we know you live with your parents so Leslie agrees we can do it at her place, after work, today.’ I was kind of stunned, ambushed. 'OK, I’ll see you later,' I said and went back to my desk.

Two hours later, just as we were leaving Reg came round and offered me and Leslie and lift home. I sat in the back and quizzed Leslie. ‘You never said you have done pictures.’ Leslie said she had done videos too, and that she has copies of them. For the first time for a long time, I genuinely felt more nervous than turned on.

We got to the flat, Reg carried bags full of kit and set it up in the lounge. He asked me to strip off, just like that, as if he had asked for a cup of tea. I remember sort of freezing, not really sure what I had got myself into. ‘Leslie, show her what we need.’ He says, and Leslie went through to her bedroom, and came back out a moment later, starkers, and knelt on the floor posing.

Reg took a few pictures, while I stood and just gawped. Leslie put out her arm and pulled me to her, and undressed me, completely. All the while Reg is clicking away. Suddenly I felt myself definitely more turned on than nervous like a switch had flicked, and I started posing and smiling. Reg directing me, Leslie watching now from the settee. It lasted about twenty minutes I guess, a few close-ups, a few legs open, but nothing too much. I could feel myself getting more and more turned on.

Then Reg says. ‘Take a break,’ takes a flask out of his bag and pours himself a coffee. When he finishes his coffee, he opens up another bag and pulls out this huge video camera, with lights on. ‘OK, as you were.’ He says, points the camera at me and gives a thumbs up. I froze and smiled, and almost immediately he lowers the camera. ‘You’ve never done this before have you?’ He says.

He and Leslie told me I needed to sort of act, or do something for the video. Leslie dug around in the cupboard by her TV, pulled out a tape, and played it. Suddenly there was Leslie on the screen, posing, smiling, rubbing her hands over herself, she sped it on, then played again, and she was holding her boobs, tweaking nipples. She sped the tape on again and began playing as her hands passed up and down through her pubes.

‘You always know how to put on a good show.’ Reg said to Leslie. I sat back down on the settee and nudged Leslie off. Reg turned the camera back on and resumed filming. It lasted about twenty minutes, actually just over twenty-two minutes. I started out doing much the same as I had seen. Rubbed my hands over myself, then boobs and nipples, lots of licking lips and smiling.

I got really turned on and once I started running my hands up and down my thighs and through my pubes I knew I had to finish myself. Yes, I knew how wet I had got, my fingers traced my pussy, then inside and by then I barely noticed Reg and his camera getting closer and closer. I just closed my eyes, frigged, and let myself go.

Yes, girls wank, and frig, and anything else you want to call it, just like boys.”

By now my cock was rock hard and ready to go again.

“So Reg turns off the video camera, and just starts putting all his kit away, has another of his coffees, says thanks, and that he’ll make me a copy, and leaves. I felt a little bit cheated, all turned on and no one to play with me. Leslie had gone and got dressed while I was being filmed, I had not noticed her go. I dressed and Leslie told me she had made a few films with Reg and that he never touched her or any of the girls.”

So did he give you a copy of the video?

“Yes. A couple of days later, Tony called me into his office and gave it to me. Tony said he enjoyed it and hoped to see more.”

I lifted Amanda up and guided my cock back inside her, and we fucked again. I was so turned on, and went at it so fast, hard and fast, and came quickly. I asked if I could see the video, and if she had ever shown anyone else. Amanda told me she kept it at Leslie’s to be safe, and yes I could watch it next time we were there. She also said she had never shown anyone else.

At last, I thought, something special only to me.

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